Your movie, your storyline
All decided before the curtain rises.
How does it feel to be inclined
T'ward fate so certain?
How can you change a thing if your life
Has been written into stone?
Your life's been written into plotlines
By another, can you make it your own?
(What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Your life plot written by someone like you.
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Would you stand up and fight through?)
You are looking without seeing.
It's not like you were blind.
But something had you fleeing
From what you could find
Just hiding in plain sight:
You're already always free.
Now you're looking and you're seeing
Your every choice is fine.
No plot limits your freedom.
And the storyline is yours for the making.
The road less taken
Could be where you're meant to be.
Come join me, I know a path.
Out of this maze, so we can be who we are:
Our truer selves. Sure, we'll stumble
And we might fall too.
But we'll get up and wipe the dust off
It might turn to stardust yet.
This new encounter will set us off on a new path
Where new lines intersect
(What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Would you be brave enough to stand up, break the rules?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Would you join me and fight through?)
You were moving without vision.
Some hidden puppeteer
Had predefined your mission.
Cut the strings he moved
And suddenly you proved:
You’re already always free.
Now your eyesight's gained precision.
Your every choice is fine
And no more indecision
Bugs your storyline
It's yours for the making.
The road less taken
Could be where you’re meant to be
We about to take the ride
And multiply
The path and friends
We gonna multiply.
What was given was a bit too shady in my mind
And the roadless path
Will be constructed by us.
I can’t guarantee
Anything but I know that it won’t be tedious.
(Yep)The more serious
I say take a breather and chill
And enjoy the ride.
We got up and wiped
The dust off.
Our courage set us free, yeah.
And now our lines
Have meet in time
Our lives
Intertwined.
We were moving without vision.
Some hidden puppeteer
Had predefined our mission.
Cut the strings he moved
And suddenly we proved:
We’re already always free.
Now our eyesight's gained precision.
Our every choice is fine
And no more indecision
Bugs our storyline
It's ours for the making.
The road less taken
Could be where we're meant to be